A walk in the garden, Your warm hand in mine. The sound of silence Fills the air. Listen, can you hear it? A butterfly tiptoes across a rose petal, A breeze carries a baby’s cry, This is God talking to

Like a wisp of smoke A dream returns to me. The memory, though fading, Brings a feeling of warmth. Two little girls, Playing in the sun. One with red hair, The other with sparkling eyes. I’ve traveled the world, It’s